Last Summer

I clearly remember it was last summer we were in the pacific on a cruise, getting tan on our bare back While sun was smiling, we were Drinking to cool off the blaze…. It is a delight that we could freeze that moment for the rest of our lives for the splendid summer is visible but vice……..

I still remember how I tripped and you helped me up Drunk and smoked up we tried all and And we were lost like never before to the tune played only to the angels guarding the doors of heaven! And we bantered all the while and Let them crowd watch us try and we fell in love with our togetherness all over again.

I still remember the colors of summer were Not just white and black, but blue and green, and red and yellow, until there was nothing left to swallow. And we kissed and we talked and we ate and we slept While the sun was still up and shining on our face….. We tried all that smelled fun and never worried ‘Coz we were quite young and life smelled fun…….

Long after the summer of togetherness There came the winter of irksome swirls She was more attached to pot Yes I was responsible for leading her to it Delirium was the state now for her And I was just a part of her myth, witnessing only from a few steps away Now I was like a ghost who walked by all day all night and yet she refused to even reckon me

Like it is said ‘Choice of colors of winter was up to me’ I painted the walls in all the colors I remembered From the summer we spend on the cruise In the pacific, the last one, yet so beautiful….! Vowed to call her back from that mean hard winter and find that happiness that is lost in solstice…… Stayed by her side all along until I brought her back. I found the reason for the happiness yet again… Now I know Life is worth the effort to be happy By being happy in whatever way it appears……..

’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied

the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.